If the world runs out of ink,
I’d catch my tears and
Put them in my pen
So I would write
As I cry
For you.
If I run out of tears,
I’d drain out my blood and
Put it in my pen
So I would write
As I bleed
For you.
If the world ran out of paper,
I’d carve you in my skin.
So when I die,
They will remember me,
The girl who gave all her love
For you.
